“You do not know me.”
“No; but I know of you.”
“Then why did you come; why don’t you go?” The blue eyes looked with passionate resentment at her.
“Because I have come to see you; because I wish to shake hands with you.”
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Why do you wish to do that?”
“Because I wish to be your friend. May we not be friends? I am not much older than you, I think.”
“You are centuries younger. Who sent you here? Dr. Kemp?”
“No one sent me; I came of my own free will.”